I am somewhat disappointed that my response to Bush’s speech has not received many comments, though the comments I have received – agree with me or not – are of the type one hopes to attract when making strong statements.
Ah me, that’s the difficulty of this medium and commentary at times – just because you think you write something noteworthy, doesn’t mean everyone agrees. All you can do is shrug your shoulders, relish the writing of those who do take time to respond (and so eloquently, too!), and move on.
Or you could, like Stavros the Wonder Chicken, throw a different party:
Weblogs are a party, damn it, and sometimes they’re publications too, or instead, and sometimes they’re diaries, sometimes they’re pieces of art, sometimes they’re tools for self-promotion, sometimes they’re money-maknig ventures, sometimes they’re monuments to ego, sometimes they’re massive wanks, sometimes they’re public services, sometimes they’re dedications of faith, sometimes they’re communities. Always, they are a public face, one chosen and crafted to varying degrees, of the people who write them. They are avatars, masks, or revelations of our deepest selves. They are political or philosophical, merrily inebriate or sententiously sober. Do not listen to those who would tell you what they are not.
These people will destroy your soul. Classification is for insects.
My name’s wonderchicken, and I am a wild party.
